Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
X-102,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.